Candlelight

The flicker of the candle accentuates the droplets on my window.
The rain falls steady and the air is thick
And I can’t help but let my thoughts run rampant
Running my hand along the blank pages of my notebook, I write
Pulling inspiration from the weather
Doom, gloom and chaotic memories
These words flow out like rising riverbanks
I try to catch them in buckets before they soak back into the floorboards
Until I’m overwhelmed by the fog
And this notebook is all that’s left to remind me
I watch the glow of the candle dissipate
Sinking back into the darkness

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Autumn Reminders

I can feel the chill in the air
The sharp sting like lightning shooting through my veins
Shivers deep down into the bone
The smell of leaves falling from their branches
Landing like colorful tarps strewn across the ground preparing to protect it from a harsh winter
The cool orange sun sets early these days
So the stars can shine brighter during longer nights
Entangling feelings of loss and renewal
A much needed cleanse for Earth and life
Seasonal reminders that we need to let go to be able to grow

Breathe

Burn down my castle
I want someone to break through my walls
I am my own sacrificial lamb
Hung myself out to dry
Breathe new life into me
Because I’m dying here

Wash away

I stand under a shroud of grey skies and heartache
Waiting patiently for the rain to fall
and the dams to break
Holding my umbrella at my side
I don’t shy away from the oncoming storm
Letting it wash away my sadness
Even if just for a day

Anchor

When you feel like you’ve gone adrift
like you’re a ship lost at sea
and you’re destination is unclear
due to rocky waters
Call me so I can drop my anchor beside you
And we will ride out the storm together
I will be your compass until your tide comes in

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Through the Smoke

It’s getting harder and harder to see the good in a world filled to the brim with the bad.

This evil flows freely through every crevice and crack, overfilling and overflowing into our lives as sure as sunshine.

When corrupting even the purest of hearts is so easy nowadays, where can we stand to get out of the fire?

How can we continue to walk forward when everything around us is burning to the ground?

I need help looking through the smoke, and learning to live with the heat.

Because this hell on Earth isn’t going away, it’s growing and claiming all that we love as it’s own.